The sun has come up-We are scarcely draped In sheets and skin, shadows and sweat thrown Through cracked crooked wooden blinds, Uriel was pouring sunshine into the openings of ourbroken shutters at dusk..I could hear your blood rise-black,As a comets inner crust,Raging down From heaven Restlessly escaping Infinity.Yet,aimless.Like a drunken scotch devil-Searching for treasure With the bottle as his shovel.I could hear your pores eruptingThrough tiny chasms ofYour skin,I want you to know- that I love youPerfectly/ Knowing now,I have witnessed you, HowraindropsAre bornflying,Not falling,How they crawl down The stomach of clouds,Then dive into the stone,The impact resonates through everything/ Shaking silence from The shingles of caves Lodged deepIn the outstretched fingers ofEarth,Beneath floating valleysthat are holy,And secret streams rushing through Mid heaven, dripping downThe staircase of wind crashing Through rooftops,Seeping through ceilings Where sons and daughters Dream, a dream,all things revealing!